21.7.11

I am fascinated as I watch my kids navigate their way through language; since our arrival in Mexico, I have been observing them, and listening to them - - interested to hear them adapt linguistically to their new surroundings.
My clever, clever children haven't let me down . . .

Selma has been telling people all week long that she is "tres and-a-half years old". Today I heard her make the switch on her own - - she told a little friend that she is "tres y medio".

I woke Josu up late last night to make one last bathroom visit, and as I dragged him off of the mattress, he mumbled his sleepy objections to me . . . in Spanish (I can't even begin to tell you how much this pleases me!)

We were out with some friends this morning and I hear Malachai say "que guay!" (an exclamation for something cool in Spain) and then quickly correct himself and say "que padre!" (an exclamation for something cool in Mexico)

2 comments:

Aye, we love, love this-Rachel and I are delighted with your post. And I have been thinking about your children and their language adjustment; wish I could be on the behind the curtain to hear it all.And I remember those days when we went back to Mexico and listening to you all pick up the language again. We're praying for you.

I am Naomi.

I live in Mexico city - where I eat tacos as often as I can, hunt for beauty in the chaos (because beauty IS here . . . I just have to work hard to see it), and thank God every single day that my little apartment has such big windows.